Ranch — The Land of Living Skies.

When the light falls and the noise quiets, the land begins to breathe again. Here, the prairies stretch into stillness, a place between endings and beginnings.

The horizon softens, color dissolves, and what remains is presence: the hum of the earth, the pulse of a star, the gentle pull of becoming night. These photographs are a meditation on blue hour and beyond the space where day exhales and dream begins.